Micaela pov.
Digging my head deep into the soft, comfortable pillow, I almost moan at how great it felt under my skin.
This was the best sleep I have ever had in my entire life, but I know it had to end because I needed to wake up to reality and realize that I was still a slave, with work I had to attend.
I yawned, stretching my hands and body the pain of yesterday gone completely. With the feeling of being re-energetic, I got down from the bed, immediately tiding up the bed and the room.
I was about to make my way out to get my cleaning supplies when a note on the table caught my eye. Going over to where the table was, I picked it up.
A small gold card with well-written, black-inked handwriting was placed on it. Thankfully, I was taught how to read, so I was able to know who the
